My Urban Love Story

Chapter 4:

Weeks went by. I started school at

NYU. My relationship with

Cameron was developing rapidly

each day. My relationship with

Cameron wasn't the only improved

one; I spent a lot of time with my

Father when I wasn't in school or

chilling with my baby. Manhattan

had really grown on me, so were

my school and all the people I had

gotten the pleasure of meeting.

My Father wasn't going to be home

till midnight, and school was closed

for its annual inspection, so

Cameron was coming over to spend

the day with me at my place. As

soon as he arrived I was having an

amazing time. I never knew you

could fall for someone so quick... I

never knew there was someone as

perfect as Cameron.

We talked. We laughed. We flirted.

Quickly it became something more

as Cameron stuck his tongue down

my throat. He was careful not too

move too soon, his hands explored

my body under my clothes, I

mimicked his actions. Pretty soon

our clothes were off, and before I

knew it Cameron was pushing his

piece deep inside me, my eyes grew

wide as I felt him for the first time.

A few minutes later, the deed had

being done. We had had sex.

I felt horrible. I had just sinned. I

had just turned my back on

everything I believed in. I was a

virgin, and determined to be one

till I got married. I had promised

myself time over time that the only

person I would be with sexually

was my Husband. I was

disappointed with myself for not

keeping true.

Then it hit me.

HE HADNT PUT ON A CONDOM!

How could I be so naïve and dumb

to have unprotected sex, I was a

freaking med student for God

sakes, no one knew more than me

about the dangers of sex without a

condom.

I just lay there, scared to move,

scared to say anything. Hoping that

I would fall asleep, wake up and

find out this was just a horrible

horrible dream.

I couldn't sleep, my thoughts

wouldn't let me. I felt Cameron stir

next to me; I still refused to say

anything. When he kissed my

forehead, I still refused to say

anything, I couldn't. "Baby talk to

me, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?

Please talk to me" He pleaded to

me, I tried to face him, but my body

wouldn't let me, so as I lay there

with regrets I explained it to him.

"I'm sorry, for how you feel, but

I'm not sorry for what happened

between us. No matter what baby

girl, I'm here okay." I nodded,

feeling a bit, but not completely

relieved. I knew I would be in the

end though, and I trusted him with

all I had, and who knows maybe he

would be one I would marry.

I fell asleep, clinging on to

Cameron. That's how my Dad

found us when he got home; he

took a double turn when he saw

me and Cameron laying together in

my bed. He didn't even need to ask

any questions, he already knew

what went down between us. I

froze as my Dad's anger got the

best of him and he started yelling

at Cameron.

World War 3 was on its way.